Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.